For the last hour and a half one Harry Potter had tripped his way through the forest only to meet a dead end. Obviously his theory on direction via irritating plant was very wrong, not to mention a big waste of his time.
After an extensive hike through the forest, which consisted of jumping over suspicious green fuzzy logs and tip toeing over thick slippery vines made just to help him plummet to his death Harry was tired, irritated, scratchy for some reason, and very insulted by the time he reached the cliff in front of him.
His first three aliments could easily be blamed on the trip itself, the insulted pride could be blamed on one of the inhabitants of the forest.
As Harry had been traveling through the forest he had ignored the strange absence of wildlife and concentrated on the fact that every time he took a step the ground lit up in a neon flash. So when a monster the size of a small house appeared in front of him needless to say Harry was both shocked and terrified.
The beast had appeared from the trees, jumping from one branch to the next like a demented Crookshanks on a catnip high. When it landed on the ground in the same place as Harry's head used to be Harry, who would deny it vigorously later, screamed like a little girl and jumped behind the biggest boulder he could find.
Scared out of his mind but used to such situations Harry had then peaked around the rock to get a good view of the predator. It looked like some sort of crossbreed, maybe between a panther and a thestral. Whatever it was the thing was obviously in the mood for Harry on a stick.
Gathering his courage Harry jumped from behind the rock and summoned his magic to perform a Reducto spell.
What was supposed to blast either a hole into the beast or blow the beast away, instead produced a different effect. Suddenly Harry started glowing a bright green, sort of like he had been turned into a lantern.
Horrified with the unexpected turn his spell had taken Harry could only wait with a sense of hopelessness as the creature appeared in front of his face. Knowing he was going to die Harry couldn't help but close his eyes and pray for a miracle.
The beast had then taken a deep breath through its nostrils, probably to prepare itself for a big chomp of its jaws, and the reared back as if struck by the most horrible smell it had ever encountered.
Eyes now wide open Harry could only gape in complete confusion as the "feline" proceeded to drag its nose through everything around it, obviously trying to rid itself of the terrible smell it had still in its nose. When that course of action failed miserably the beast then proceeded to flee as far from Harry as it could get, tearing defenseless flora apart in its haste to further the distance quickly.
Both relieved and confused about what happened Harry had proceeded on his hike, only this time he made sure to pay attention to his surroundings. He discovered quickly he needn't bother, the inhabitants were more than willing to show him why he hadn't been eaten. When the strange howler monkeys all upturned their noses and then proceeded to stuff their nostrils with their extra digits, even Harry couldn't ignore what they were all silently saying.
These forest dwellers were obviously saying that he stunk, and the worst part was Harry had the strongest suspicion that half of them were laughing at his plight!
It was the most humiliating hour and a half of Harry's four centuries of life!
The worst part was Harry was still glowing a dark green color. He had tried multiple times to cast Finite Incantantem each time producing absolutely no effect, at least nothing worse had happened when he cast the spell, like the glow turning a purple color. If that had happened Harry would never be able to convince anyone he came across that he wasn't a transvestite.
Thanking god for small miracles Harry looked at the cliff in front of him. It was at least sixty feet high and Harry didn't see very many points that could be used to climb it. Deciding it would be too much of a hassle Harry turned around to find another way around the cliff when he heard something he hadn't heard in two centuries.
It was gunfire and the sound of screams.
Eyes wide open in recognition and horror Harry pivoted on his heel when he recognized a less familiar pitch in the screams.
"Children!" He whispered in a small terrified voice.
While Harry may not consider himself a hero or savior, he was a something. Whatever that something was it would never ignore the cries of a defenseless child. Gripped with a terrible need to help the children obviously screaming for help even if it was in a language he didn't recognize Harry's hands flew to his pink purse.
Ignoring the pain and smell of his burnt flesh as the purse fought against his dirty hands Harry successfully tore it open and reached for something he had kept a secret from everyone he had ever loved.
The Elder Wand.
Harry had lied about its destruction, while he had attempted to snap the wand he soon discovered that it couldn't be destroyed physically. Knowing that the world couldn't know of its continued existence Harry lied to his friends, surrogate family, and the wizarding community by telling them he had repaired his wand with it then snapped it in half ridding the world of it forever. They had believed him, and Harry had fooled himself by thinking it would soon be true once he found a magical way to destroy it.
There was no way to destroy the wand. Soon after discovering this Harry had hid it away in his purse and then hid it in a secured location in his house, depending on where he lived at times it varied.
While his original wand still worked as well as it did the first day he got it, even it was prone to mess up when he attempted certain spells. Right now with how his magic had been reacting strangely every time he used it Harry wasn't taking anymore chances on mistakes happening.
Casting a Feather Light charm on his body Harry raced to the cliff-side and proceeded to climb as quickly as he could. Made easier by his lightened weight Harry's ascension to the top of the cliff was increased dramatically and his chances of falling minimal.
While it was faster it still took time and with every scream that stopped mid-pitch Harry's hope for the children plummeted faster. Cursing his inability to apparate Harry increased his speed as much as he could.
Sending a prayer of thanks when he reached the top Harry gained his bearings and tore through the forest in the direction of receding gunfire.
The screams had stopped.
A/N: Its getting interesting hmm? I've left a few more "tid bits" of information in this chapter and a few plot developments.
The Elder Wand, cliche and obvious right? *Giggle* Maybe..maybe not, we'll see soon right?
A few were wondering when Harry would encounter another character, good news is it will be the next chapter. Bad news you may not like it, I'm sure many know exactly what Harry's about to see.
On another note I do work five out of seven days a week, I'll update as soon as I can but most days when I get home from work I'm too tired to type. Worry not though I know where my story is going and have panned out most of the finner details, its all a matter of writing it down and then typing it.
I hope everyone enjoys Chapter six!
Till next time! ;)